The days when I thought I could write

My childhood memories have the capacity of zero.
Part in the moment, feeling of my hero.
New colors absorb the lifeless painting.
No absolute move to cause the fainting.
Candy never tasted so sweet.
Playing in that field, dancing on your street.
My day of play is only beginning.
Notice of the ones around, no nonsense, just winning.
Breathe in, breathe out,
no looks, no doubt.
I keep on thinking of what had me in sight.
Just those hours we contained, good day and good night.

- Lauren












I was so..lame.